Had an emergency root canal today. Holy Mother of God. I couldn't figure out which tooth exactly it was, since I had a filling in two teeth and in between the teeth (back molars) and I thought the filling was crumbling or getting ready to fall out. So he said, "You're going to hate me, but I'm going to blast some air on one to see if that's it" (another thing you don't want to hear a dentist say -- "You're going to hate me").
Well, I quickly figured out what tooth it was. After he peeled me off the ceiling, I got my heart rate back down, and he said, "Ok then, let's get you numb". That's when I asked, what, you doing this NOW? And he said the you-won't-get-through-the-weekend part.
Four shots of novocaine. He warns me that this is a "hot" tooth, meaning it's entirely likely that while he's drilling, he'll hit a nerve and I'll feel it and he'll have to shoot me up again.
Starts drilling -- yup. Not fifteen seconds in and I'm back on the ceiling.
He shoots me up twice more and leaves for a while to let that set in.
Comes back, starts, I'm still feeling it but I'm merely digging holes in the armrests; I haven't levitated yet. So he drills, shoots, drills, shoots, drills, etc etc, and finally, nerve is gone.
All done, and I finally remember to breathe.
And how was YOUR day?